Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.